So you're on a trajectory. A good course. A path towards a law degree, independence, money, a family, happiness. And then, in a split second, at midnight on a dark road covered in black ice, that course alters forever.
Now, eight years later, I'm finally getting the chance to adjust. A chance to learn how to be this new person, this new Allie, who comes with the new challenges of brain injury, e.g., epilepsy, mental illness, essential tremor, and cognitive difficulties, but has also gained new skills like empathy and loyalty. It's not a pleasant experience to shatter. It's hard, and it's humbling. But sometimes, when we finally manage to pick ourselves up and become whole again, we find we are stronger because we shattered.
I'm 34 now. A brain injury survivor, and someone who enjoys blogging, speaking and writing about how I'm actually managing to find myself in this place - this life - so far away from what I'd intended and what I'd wanted my life to be. Unforeseen events, and unforeseen endings.